To your old hunting grounds. (Job opportunity)

The events you the day left you horny and exited. You wonder if you should ho home and masturbate or try and pick up a guy. Or a girl, you hastily add mentally. You may not be able - or willing – to fight the fact how much you like cocks in this body, but you definitely also like pussy, still. You never actually tried to pick someone up since you’re a woman. All that has happened to you more or less just happened. You muse if that's normal for a hot woman or part of the curse. Well. It's no surprise that it all comes easier to you in this body than as a scrawny nerdy guy with a mediu…. Be honest. Small dick.

You wouldn't really know where to start meeting a one nigh stand but it can't be that hard for a hot woman like you.

While you're still musing, your feet take you were they always took you when you were horny before your change and you find yourself in front of your regular strip joint without even noticing.

You look at the posters and the neon lights. Should you go in? You've never seen female guests in there. Don't women who are into women enjoy watching strippers? Too distracting to imagine themselves on that stage, leered at and lusted after? This might not be an appropriate use of you being as a woman – you're not sure if it helps you develop your female side that you need to get your old body back. Which you definitely want. Definitely. No doubt about it.

You shrug your shoulders. What's the worst that could happen? One thing you know from experience is that the joint pays great attention that no woman comes to any harm inside, even thought that was only about employees. Just go in and check out if you still like it.

You take a breath and open the door.

Of course it doesn't take longer than seconds before the first guests notice and stare at you. Your form fitting clothes don't help, but you're not that naive to not have expected that.

You look at the stage and recognise Candy. Your favourite girl. When you were a man.

How does this work? Everyone else you knew before has recognised you like they knew you as a woman forever. Does she remember you as a female regular? Are you?

The song ends and Candy comes of the stage. Looks around if someone wants a lap dance, but it’s early, the guests not yet generous and/or horny enough. She doesn't bother to put on any clothes before she comes up to you and hugs you - tight. You feel her naked breasts pressed against yours. You Never got that close to her when you paid her. No touching. Apparently your female self is not a guest. But what else?

“Lexi. Hi! Good to see you!”

You return her hug – more than happy to do so and then look at her expectantly. Still wondering what she makes of you in this form.

“Good to see you.”

She repeats.

“Uhm… So… What’s up? What are you doing here?”, into the awkward silence.

“What do you think?”

You wink and smile, make it seem playful banter, but you really want to know: what she thinks you, a woman she apparently knows, would do in this place and how she knows you.

“I…. uhm….”

Her eyes glaze over. She is the first person you meet who seems to have trouble making the memories she has of you as a woman match the ones she had of you some days ago.

“Uhm… you want to visit me at work and see what I do? Or did you come to ask for a job... uhm… again?”

You have a weird feeling of dizziness, nausea, like you’re walking on a tightrope. It’s like reality is trying to adjust itself to a situation that shouldn't happen in this version of it and awaits your input.

Does Candy know you because you're an old friend and you always wanted to see her at work? Or did she meet you here when you tried to apply for a job as a stripper?